Scum attack, he wants to change his mind

Song Xingfei stared blankly on the sofa for a long time, the screen in his hand flickered on and off, he couldn't help himself from repeatedly looking down at the call records displayed on the screen.

The fingertip wandered back and forth on the callback button a few times, Song Xingfei didn't know whether to dial it back or not.

Surprise turned into bubbles, and in the empty room, only Song Xingfei was staring at the shadow on the floor in a daze.

Huge fireworks bloomed in the distant night sky, and the mottled light and shadow flashed like shooting stars in the snowy night.Song Xingfei looked up at the window, stood up and drew the curtains.

No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, without Chong Yuan by his side, he doesn't want to enjoy them alone.

Not long after, the phone rang, and Song Xingfei's heart trembled.

Maybe Zhong Yuan just went out to buy something, maybe he will come back in a while.

You called suddenly, did you encounter any trouble?

The screen was on, and Song Xingfei's finger that was about to press the answer button paused, and the sense of loss in his heart soared.

"Hello, Mr. Gu."

Song Xingfei lowered his eyes, his tone was calm and uninterested, and said:

"Happy New Year's Eve."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds. I don't know if he was dissatisfied with Song Xingfei's heartless blessing, or he was thinking of something else. After a while, he said:

"Song Xingfei, where are you?"

Song Xingfei was a little dazed. He felt that Gu Shengchi's words were a bit presumptuous. How could someone call on New Year's Eve and ask where the other party was at the first sentence.

He and Gu Shengchi haven't gotten to know each other to this extent yet.

Besides, he can't tell the truth, he is now alone in the vacant room of his boyfriend's house, and his boyfriend has disappeared.

"I'm...at home." Song Xingfei said in a low voice.

"What do you want from me?" Song Xingfei asked again.

Gu Shengchi's voice was as cold as falling into an ice cellar: "Heng Yue has an accident."

"Hengyue?" Song Xingfei quickly searched for these two words in his mind, and finally said: "The company that makes red wine?"

"..."

Gu Shengchi suppressed his anger, and asked in a cold voice: "Are you all right, Song Xingfei, you and I are grasshoppers tied to the same rope, what do you mean by pretending to be stupid now?"

Song Xingfei was scolded inexplicably, frowned, took a breath and said, "I didn't pretend to be stupid with you, I don't understand why you are angry with me now, Hengyue and Canying didn't cooperate, and couldn't affect you."

Gu Shengchi rubbed the roots of the mountain, took a deep breath for a few minutes, and said, "Song Xingfei, where did you go a while ago? I asked my assistant to go to Canying a few times, but you are not in the company."

Song Xingfei was indeed not in the company some time ago, because Jiang Chongyuan's sense of taste had problems again, Song Xingfei was worried that his illness would recur, so he took a long vacation and stayed with Jiang Chongyuan in the hospital for observation for a month.

In fact, there was no serious problem. When Jiang Chongyuan was hospitalized, the company's deputy general agent had been in charge of administrative affairs, and the deputy was always Song Mingzhe, the cousin of the original owner.

Song Xingfei still trusts him, because Song Mingzhe has always been respectful in front of him. The young man looks very gentle, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, speaks softly, and is not arrogant to his subordinates.

The only exception is that Song Mingzhe's mental state seems to always be sluggish recently, like weeds beaten by frost on barren land, crumbling, and his body has lost a lot of weight.

Song Xingfei was very concerned about his health. When he came back, seeing Song Mingzhe's appearance, he thought it was because he was working too hard, so he specially gave Song Mingzhe a long vacation to go back and recuperate.

Gu Shengchi's voice sounded like the final hammer of judgment, confirming the absurd guesses in Song Xingfei's mind.

"During your absence, Song Mingzhe used the official seal of your office to sign an investment contract with Heng Yue under the name of acting general manager. If there is no accident, the money has already reached the account of the person in charge of the other party."

Song Xingfei's mind buzzed, and it went blank for an instant.

Gu Shengchi took a breath and continued: "I just received the news that the person in charge of Hengyue has gone abroad, you should be able to find news that Hengyue imported foreign winery puree for blending and then sold it at a high price on the Internet. .”

Song Xingfei was sitting on the sofa at the moment, his legs had already started to go numb, and a severe nausea rushed into his throat.

He felt that he should say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a stubborn stone. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was caught in a huge whirlpool.

For a split second, he couldn't tell whether the feeling was shock, despair, or anger at being betrayed.

Gu Shengchi's voice has not stopped, and he continued: "In addition, just now I received a tip that Canying's investment in Cihai last year was suspected of smuggling cultural relics. The police also received relevant reports and contacted the police stations of several countries. Today A batch of Chinese cultural relics were seized in the afternoon."

One by one, Gu Shengchi mentioned the names of several companies that cooperated with Canying one after another.

"Song Xingfei, don't you think Can Ying's recent situation seems to be done on purpose?"

……

The overwhelming blizzard buried the firecrackers that splashed down the street corners like blood, the heavy snow that bid farewell to the old and ushered in the new year obscured the sight, and the lights on the side of the road were flickering, as if they were about to go out soon.

Song Xingfei got out of the car, and soon, the top of his head, eyelashes, scarf, and shoulders were covered with a thick layer of snow.

"You suspect Ciri?"

These were the last words Song Xingfei said on the phone.

Song Xingfei was wearing a light gray cashmere coat that was not too thick, and his hair was not combed into a mature and neat back like in the past.

A few flakes of snow were falling on the wet black bangs. Under the neon lights in front of the clubhouse, the peach blossom eyes half covered by the broken hair were slightly dazed at the moment, and the facial features looked soft and innocent.

Gu Shengchi held up an umbrella to pick him up at the door. When he saw Song Xingfei, he couldn't help but stare blankly.

In Gu Shengchi's few impressions, Song Xingfei was always arrogant, selfish, hypocritical, and even cruel.

If Song Xingfei hadn't been standing in front of him for a full 2 ​​minutes, Gu Shengchi couldn't have imagined that Song Xingfei still had such a side.

Song Xingfei's skin looked a little pale under the reflection of the light and the warm yellow scarf, his hair was dripping with moisture, his eyes seemed to be slightly red, and he looked easy to bully.

Although his eyes and expression looked tired and dazed, his lips were full of rose color, making Song Xingfei look like he was about to break.

Gu Shengchi was a little distracted for a moment, and after he realized it, he quickly turned his face away and looked away.

Song Xingfei: "..."

It was just a little bit wet, why did Gu Shengchi seem to have seen a ghost.

Gu Shengchi walked over with a cold face, and moved the umbrella in the direction of Song Xingfei. An umbrella was still more than enough to shelter two men from the wind and rain, and it was not crowded, but Gu Shengchi's face turned darker.

Song Xingfei is gay, everyone knows, Gu Shengchi moved his umbrella to Song Xingfei's direction again, to prevent Song Xingfei from taking the opportunity to get too close.

But Song Xingfei misunderstood what Gu Shengchi meant, and thought that Gu Shengchi wanted him to hold the umbrella, so he reached out to catch the handle of the umbrella and said in a low voice:

"Thank you, I'll come."

Cold fingers touched Gu Shengchi's hand unexpectedly, and Gu Shengchi almost dropped the umbrella and threw it on the ground.

"You!" Gu Shengchi was about to speak, but when he turned his head to meet Song Xingfei's eyes, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.

Song Xingfei, who was at close range, had the tip of his nose flushed from the cold, his lips were slightly parted, and the white cold air that came out surrounded his cheeks. A pair of obsidian-like pupils looked deep and sincere in the plain white world.

Song Xingfei frowned puzzled, and stretched out the lower half of his face from the scarf, "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Shengchi didn't know what he was thinking, and hastily withdrew his sullen gaze. From Song Xingfei's point of view, he just gave himself a cold look, and then said: "... Forget it, let's not make an example."

After finishing speaking, he braved the snow and walked towards the gate of the clubhouse alone.

Song Xingfei sighed while looking at Gu Shengchi's back:

It seems that Gu Shengchi really hates himself.

……

The long corridor was filled with the faint smell of cigars, Song Xingfei followed Gu Shengchi into the elevator, and finally stopped outside the door of a closed box.

The identification system on the door emitted a faint blue light, and Song Xingfei saw that the word "Gu" was displayed on it.

"Let me introduce, this is my private detective, Wang Guo."

"Mr. Wang." Song Xingfei nodded towards the young man sitting on the sofa. Wang Guo was slightly surprised when he saw Song Xingfei for the first time, but it was only fleeting. Then he stood up and shook hands with Song Xingfei .

"President Song, I have admired your name for a long time."

There were stacks of A4 documents on the table in front of Wang Guo. Song Xingfei glanced at them, and the bold bold letters on the first page read Hengyue's annual financial report.

Under Gu Shengchi's gaze, Wang Guo immediately understood.He sorted out a few documents and respectfully handed them to Song Xingfei.

Also handed over to him was a kraft paper bag, which contained the photos that Gu Shengchi had sent to collect.

Song Xingfei read page by page without falling to the ground.

Gu Shengchi did not show any impatience, and sat quietly on the sofa opposite Song Xingfei, showing great patience.

Song Xingfei's expression became more and more restless, and the calm and breezy cloud that he had managed to maintain was swept away by the sand at the last moment and fell apart.

Gu Shengchi sent people to investigate the background of Xili Company, but in just a few years, this company quickly broke ground like a crape myrtle descended from the sky, occupying the markets of Southeast Asian countries at an astonishing speed.

No one had ever seen someone who really controlled Xili behind the scenes, and Song Xingfei felt that the other party deliberately enjoyed the pleasure of strategizing and playing with others.

"The person in this photo is called Lu Yuming. Have you seen it?" Gu Shengchi pushed the photo in front of Song Xingfei and asked.

Song Xingfei didn't have any impression.

In the photo, the window of the car was rolled halfway, and Lu Yuming was sitting in the driver's seat with his seat belt unbuckled, as if he was about to get out of the car.

Because the shooting distance is a little far away, Lu Yuming's facial features are not very clearly depicted, only the outline can be distinguished.

"If you want to check Xili, you must start with this person." Gu Shengchi's eyes were very serious, and he continued:

"In addition, this is a list of companies that have had accidents within half a year. There are many family businesses that have plummeted. Among them, the Xia family is the most representative."

"The Xia family has always had a cooperative relationship with the Song family," Song Xingfei said.

"Well, since half a year ago, the Xia family has been found out about tax issues one after another, as well as some activities caused by the fight between snipe and clam within the family." Gu Shengchi stared at Song Xingfei's face, his eyes became elusive, and said: "As far as I know Well, the Xia family has always kept a low profile, and the only one who loves to cause trouble is the youngest son of the Xia family, Xia Yanyu."

Xia Yanyu.

Song Xingfei's memory was brought back to those fragments that were about to be forgotten by Gu Shengchi's words, the fragments in his mind reunited, and Jiang Chongyuan's face appeared in the intertwined images.

No, it's not possible...

How could he suspect that it was Jiang Chongyuan, Jiang Chongyuan was his lover, and such a kind person...

But in the next second, Gu Shengchi's words ruthlessly interrupted Song Xingfei's chaotic, self-playing thoughts.

"Xia Yanyu offended Jiang Chongyuan."

The long and painful Ling Chi was not over yet, Song Xingfei felt that it was difficult to breathe, Gu Shengchi's voice was like an executioner cruelly dissecting the flesh and blood of a condemned prisoner, every word was an infinite torture to his body and mind.

"Do you know what these companies have in common?" Gu Shengchi whispered: "They all had more or less contact with the Jiang family that has collapsed. Do you think there are so many coincidences in the world?"

The phone rang at an inopportune time, Song Xingfei looked down dully, and the call note displayed on the screen was "Chongyuan".

Jiang Chongyuan.

Song Xingfei's hands trembled a little, hesitating whether to answer the call or not.Gu Shengchi seemed to have seen through Song Xingfei's thoughts, and said lightly, "Go ahead, you don't want to hear what he has to say?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Song Xingfei closed his eyes and said to the phone, "Hello."

Have you touched enough?